Debbie Reynolds once told me, and not so very long ago at that, “I’m so busy, if I got married now I’d have to give my husband a picture of myself, so he’d know what I look like!”
My, how that attitude has changed! Debbie’s still...
Dear David,
Here’s the story you wanted—Liz and Mike’s wedding party. Incidentally, I almost didn’t make it. Except for Eddie Fisher’s pants, I wouldn’t have. I had to borrow a pair from him at the last minute—’cause my own tropicals got lost in the shuffle. It...
She may be an old married lady, like Janet and Jane and Debbie—she may be a brand-new bride like Marisa and Terry and Anita—but when June comes around, she remembers . . ....